Writing

The Drowning

A Poem by Satish Verma

The ancient war is on. You kill,

The Curse of Buuth

A Poem by David Kennedy

The story of Buuth the Terrible, the Murderqueen, who took the axe to her own children and her own realm and passed into legend as the most bloodthirs..

Skellig Micheal

A Poem by Ken Simm.

Crystal mountains high in the mind of the world Hermit Saints and raven cry from a bright and changing sky Tumbling and flashing colour from ..

~enfolded in your wings

A Poem by Katherine Wyatt

I stepped into your always when you whispered me even though I was so far from you physically spirit called to spirit flowe..

Gold-Red Autumn of Isodoro

A Chapter by Kuandio

* This was a very short dream that took place in the world my current wip takes place in - Isodoro - a vast peninsula, with anarchipelago of isla..

~treading emerald green

A Poem by Katherine Wyatt

~you were treading that emerald green, singing the history of your people, and I was somewhere in time where sunlight streamed through trees..

Life Before Dreams

A Poem by transentience

You’re the one Time kept from secrets Safely sound In waves of light Slowly stretched The new vibration, deeply crimson Painted lips In ..

Saints and Soldiers

A Story by ThatOneBadWriter

(Don't worry, it's a temporary title!) this story is unfinished, and I'm not really expecting to make it a full story, but it's to write and I enjoy m..

Nobody's Place

A Poem by ayejodie

I walked as far as I'd ever walked before, Heading toward the castle ruins. The sunlight shon bright and far away, It's warmth hardly grazing my s..

From The Depths of The Abyss

A Poem by Cory Scott

HP Lovecraft inspired poem.

The Genesis of Creation

A Chapter by Kuandio

This is only thetitle of the prologue, to organize it, because itis a prologue is done in three parts: The Ancient and the Children, The Second Paradi..

Sun Eminence

A Poem by Ty

Sun Eminence.

The Ronin versus the Ninja

A Story by Kuandio

This is an excerpt from a chapter in my main wip, Sakura no Yugen

December Rose

A Poem by Anna

'It has to be an old secret,' he thinks,waking up cold and terrified of the night.Reality is failing, bending, it's warping;a record left in humid air..